Packing up the car we were on our way, it was a cold but beautiful day and mom was making great time. Occasionally I would look over at her driving an... think of how beautiful she was, she had no idea I was staring at her. She was 40 years old and had shoulder length brunette hair, she went to jazzersize twice a week so she had a real slim figure and her face was so pretty. She had a dimple on her right cheek that would ride up and down her face as she smiled.Mom had recovered pretty quickly. It began as two couples road in a carriage and arriving at an estate. You were lead to believe they were parents with their c***dren. As the parents exit the carriage the younger two are told to stay till they come back. The older couple are met at the door by a young maid and ushered into what looks like an office. Sitting at the desk is an older woman and the discussion begins. The jest of the conversation is the parents are to shy to explain the facts of life to their son daughter, who. The seconds dragged as I listened to the murmuring coming from the other booth, getting more and more nervous. I was about to chicken out and leave when the portal on the other side slid shut and the one in front of my face swept open with a whoosh that startled me like thunder.You can’t see in there. You talk into the darkness through a screen. It’s supposed to be anonymous.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one month since my last confession.”I couldn’t go on.Then the priest. 'You were miles away.' She was right, I had been back in the garage/gym/dungeon below my flat. I was remembering the first time I landed a size 12 slipper on Jeff's well proportioned backside.That had been two weeks ago, not long after Jeff had become my landlord. Amongst other things. The first week after the revelation of the contents of the cabinet had been a riot of spankings, beltings, slipperings, canings, paddlings and floggings; I must have tried out very single one of the marvellous.